If you're wondering where my old fanfiction, Replica High is, it came to my attention that it was very similar to another fanfiction on this site. It was removed, and I am very sorry about this. *Completed!* More replica coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N This is the last chapter, but it certainly isn't the
last of my replica fics! Please tell me
what you think!

Amy
tried to run as fast as she could, but the treatment that Aly had received made
her extremely fast. "Slow down, Aly!"
Amy shrieked. "I can't hardly see you,
let alone keep up with you!"

"I'll
drag you," Aly said. "I'm fast
now!"

Amy
groaned at the thought that Aly would drag her. She was so used to being on top of things, and number one, that
having someone, especially Aly, become superior to her all of a sudden, made
her feel a bit envious. "Do we have to
go this fast?" Amy asked. "I hardly
think that Annie is going to create a master race in the five minutes we would
lose at my speed."

"Seven
minutes," Aly corrected.

Amy
was shocked. Aly really had become
stronger. It was something to think
about. "Amy, we're here," Aly said as
they reached the organization's building.

Obviously
Aly's superior physical qualities did not make her any more of a leader. "What should we do?" Aly asked casually.

"Looks
like we have to fight," Amy said, as she eyed an army of the accelerated,
emotionless Andys.

"Oh
no!" Amy said. She, for once in her
life, had no idea what to do, as the Andys charged in on them.

"They're
emotionless, right?" Aly asked Amy.
"Five told me that they have no loyalty. Just give them something better to do!"

Amy
groaned. "Fine," she said. It was a bit annoying that she hadn't
thought of that. Also, it was very
annoying that the information had come from Five.

"You
guys," Amy said. "Stop!" she
commanded.

To
her shock, each one of the Andys came to a halt. "The organization is planning on destroying you as soon as they
get their control," Amy lied.

"And
those Amy girlfriends they promised you are…dead," Aly finished the yarn, as
she looked around nervously.

Fortunately,
having no emotion meant that these Andys could not sense any in Aly's
eyes. "Really?" an Andy asked. "I thought it was something like that," he
said.

"We
should stop the organization," another Andy said. "If they want to kill us, we'll have to kill them first."

"I
don't want to," another Andy said. "I
want to sit down."

"Fine,
who cares. I'm fighting them," one Andy
said.

"Fine,
let's go then," another Andy said.

"They're
on our side!" Aly squealed triumphantly.

Luckily,
Amy One, Five, and Eight had come out to find them. "The other Amys and Andys are as eager to get out of here as you
are. We already took care of Sebastien
and Andy, but we can't find Andy Nine anywhere," Amy Five said regretfully.

"Let's
go!" Amy One said. "I want to get out
of here!"

"Yeah,"
Andy Eleven said. "This place is
creepy!"

"Are
Tasha and Eric alright?" Amy demanded.

"Is
Karen?" Aly squealed.

"Yes,
yes, they're all fine," Amy Five said.
"But you'll have to live with a superior neighbor," she said. "They gave Tasha the treatment too.

……………………………………One Week
Later……………………………………………………………………

"All
the other Amys got home safely, didn't they?" Tasha asked Amy.

"Yes,
I think so," Amy said. "It's too bad
about Andy, Number Nine."

"Yeah,"
Tasha said. "It's too bad I lost my
powers. That would have been cool."

"Don't
worry," Amy said. "I like you the way
you are, Tasha."

"Thanks,"
Tasha said. "The way you are is
good too, though. I just feel sorry for
Aly. I wonder how she's taking
this," Tasha said.

"She
sent me an e-mail this morning," Amy said.
"Something in her genetic code accepted the treatment somehow, since
she's an Amy. She deteriorated, but
only to the skill level of the average Amy."

"Aimee
Evans, or Ten, must have lived then," Tasha said.

"Yes,"
Amy said. "She'll be back to normal
soon."

"Normal
for her," Tasha said lamely.
"Not normal like me."

"Tasha,
you're an excellent writer, and you speak your mind. You're still not "normal," Amy said.

Andy,
Number Nine walked into the room where Annie lay motionless on the floor. He wondered which one she was. All he knew was that his Amy was
accelerated, but he never knew her at all.
"Annie? Amy, Number Nine?" he
asked her, seeing the wires exposed as she lay, broken.